I started up so high,
But that doesn't mean anything,
Except I will fall longer, and
Hit harder when I reach the
Ground, I fall, I
Land, I
Break every bone in my body.
For hours, and
hours I lie alone,
Not dead, but
Not quite alive.
Who will notice?
When the ink runs out,
And the blood
has dried.
Who will
remember
Me
Author notes
This is a slightly weird poem that I wrote. I'd love any comments on it!
Please tell me what you think
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Welcome to Allpoetry!
I could actually feel the emotion in this poem. An excellent piece, you’ve voiced yourself very clearly. Nicely done
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